My Strange Tale Love Strategy Simulator

The corridor was long and dark, filled with a musty smell, as if it had been sealed off for a hundred years.

Zhang Ying squinted at the end of the corridor ahead, where there was only a faint light. That should be the exit of the corridor, but he didn't know where it led.

Zhang Ying turned around and looked behind him. The end of the corridor behind him was dark and looked like a dead end.

He withdrew his gaze, walked to Shen Yugang's side, and pulled Shen Yugang, who was almost paralyzed with fear and slumped on the ground, up.

Shen Yugang's legs were still trembling, his face was blank, and his eyes were unfocused as he asked Zhang Ying if he was dreaming or if he hadn't woken up yet.

Zhang Ying sighed, reduced his strength, and slapped Shen Yugang on the shoulder.

With a sharp "snap," a searing pain instantly spread throughout Shen Yugang's body, jolting him awake and making him realize that everything was real, and the pain was far beyond anything he had experienced in a dream.

"What you're seeing today is another side of the world you never knew existed. Supernatural things are everywhere here," Zhang Ying's voice was calm and deep, echoing in the empty corridor. "If you don't want to lose your life in a daze, then stop being confused and stick close to me."

Although Shen Yugang was still scared and his teeth were chattering, he mustered up the courage to follow Zhang Ying in order to survive.

As Zhang Ying walked, he cautiously observed his surroundings. From the outside, the corridor seemed like an ordinary corridor, with nothing unusual about it except for its age, dilapidation, and peeling paint.

Was that strange force that sucked them into the corridor the corridor's own power, or some kind of eerie power?

He walked forward thoughtfully, his steps steady. The light at the exit ahead grew brighter, and just then, a very faint wisp of black mist drifted past him, disappearing as quickly as ink dripping into water. He stared wide-eyed at the black mist in disbelief.

Is this... yin energy?

Zhang Ying subconsciously looked in the direction from which the yin energy was coming, which was the exit ahead. There was also a continuous stream of yin energy surging out from the direction of the exit, intertwining with the light outside.

"I can actually see Yin energy now?" Zhang Ying was shocked. "Could it be that the suppression of the Ghost Eye has been lifted?"

Zhang Ying had been in a suppressed state all along, unable to fully utilize the abilities of his Ghost Eye. But now, as he approached the exit, the heavy pressure that had been weighing on him dissipated somewhat. This was undoubtedly great news for him.

Without further hesitation, Zhang Ying quickened his pace and headed towards the exit ahead, with Shen Yugang following closely behind, barely daring to breathe. The exit ahead grew larger and larger in their view, its light not dazzling but rather possessing a strange softness.

Zhang Ying also saw clearly that the light was not coming from outside the exit, but rather emanating from the exit itself. A layer of pure white light adhered to the surface of the exit, like a thin film.

Before the two could stop and examine the scene closely, the beam of light enveloped them.

A strong wave of dizziness washed over me, as if my body was being disassembled and reassembled, and the scene before my eyes was instantly distorted and stretched.

Immediately afterwards, the two arrived at another place in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Ying opened his eyes, and the glaring sunlight made him instinctively raise his hand to shield his eyes.

After my vision returned, I found myself standing on a patch of yellow sand, surrounded by billowing dust. The dry, hot wind blew up the withered tumbleweeds, which rolled on the ground with a rustling sound.

A small town full of American Western charm appeared before him, with wooden houses, wide but empty streets, and desolate mountains in the distance.

Zhang Ying frowned as he looked at the small town, his heart filled with doubt.

They were just in a film studio, how did they suddenly end up in a small Western town? Could it be that the film studio has transported them to America again?

Shen Yugang stared intently at the scene before him, his gaze fixed on the small town ahead, and stammered, "Brother Ying, I've seen this before! I really have!"

"You've met him again?" Zhang Ying turned to look at him. "Old Shen, you've also been to America?"

"I've never been to America, but I've seen this town in movies!" Shen Yugang excitedly pointed ahead. "That movie is very famous online, it's called 'Cowboys Gone Wild,' a comedy about the life of cowboys in the West. I had just broken up with my boyfriend when I saw it, so I remember the movie very vividly. The layout of this town is exactly the same as the town in the movie, there's no mistake!"

"You mean, we've entered a movie?" Zhang Ying raised an eyebrow. Although he found it absurd, considering his previous experiences, it seemed to be the most reasonable explanation.

"Yes, most likely." Shen Yugang swallowed and nodded.

Upon realizing he had entered the world of a movie, Zhang Ying was immediately struck by a sense of absurdity.

This place is neither the real world nor an illusion; if it were a realm of ghosts, it would be far too strange.

The world of movies?

This world is truly full of wonders.

Fortunately, he can now use the Ghost Eye.

Zhang Ying used his eerie eyes to survey his surroundings, and upon seeing what he saw, he couldn't help but gasp in shock.

The place is filled with a chilling aura. Whether in the sky or around the houses, the black currents of energy seem to have a life of their own, as if the chilling aura is being born from this town.

This seemingly sunny western town, in the eyes of the eerie eye, is nothing short of a ghost town.

With the suppression lifted, Zhang Ying tried to call out to Li Ziqing again, but to no avail.

His mind was completely silent, offering no response. Although the suppression on him had been lifted, the space remained isolated; they felt as if they had been abandoned in this movie world.

How do I get out of this movie world?

Zhang Ying looked at Shen Yugang beside him. Since Old Shen had seen this movie, he might have some clues.

"Old Shen, any leads?"

Shen Yugang scratched his head, sweating profusely. "I don't know how to escape from here either. But... I remember the movie plot. If this world really is a movie world, then the story should begin in the tavern in this town. That's where the main characters gather in the movie, the starting point of the conflict, and one of the main scenes depicted in the movie world. Maybe there will be clues there."

Zhang Ying nodded. Although it sounded risky, it was better than wandering around aimlessly like a headless fly. "Alright, lead the way to the tavern in town."

Relying on his memory, Shen Yugang walked among the familiar buildings, trying to find his way.

Finally, they successfully located the tavern.

Along the way, Zhang Ying observed his surroundings, his doubts growing stronger. They had walked for so long and hadn't encountered a single person.

The streets were deserted; there were no pedestrians, no carriages, not even a dog or a chicken. The entire town was like a dead town, completely lifeless.

"Could it be that NPCs aren't generated in this movie world except for the main scenes?" Zhang Ying wondered, his brow furrowed. This deathly silence was even more unsettling than directly facing monsters.

With this idea in mind, Zhang Ying and Shen Yugang arrived at the tavern. It was a two-story wooden building with a rugged style, a swaying signboard hanging at the entrance, and an atmosphere filled with a dry, drunken feeling and the roughness of the wind and sand.

The sign had a few English words written on it in faded paint: "Black Rat Saloon".

Zhang Ying stopped, took a deep breath, and pushed open the half-closed wooden door.

squeak-

The heavy wooden door made a screeching sound, breaking the deathly silence of the town.

The pub was dimly lit, and the air was thick with the smell of cheap whiskey and stale tobacco.

Behind the bar, a burly man with a full beard was wiping glasses. Hearing the door open, he slowly raised his head, his eyes devoid of warmth, filled only with mechanical indifference.

"Welcome, new face." The man's voice was hoarse, as if he had grit in his throat.

Zhang Ying and Shen Yugang exchanged a glance; it seemed the story was about to begin.